Good grief. Dearly Beloved just returned from walking the dog with music blaring from his pocket again. Of all the tricks he has learned to do with his birthday iPhone, I find this the most annoying.
“Did you really walk around the neighborhood like that?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to wear earbuds. I wanted to be free.”
That’s the same reason that Grandson #2 gives for not wearing underwear. Still, echoing sassy grandson’s words saves DB from being moved along my C-scale. Currently, I have him lingering between Cute and Curmudgeon. It’s a precarious position, for he’s been complaining about his sore back for a couple of weeks now and it’s getting r-e-a-l old!
C – SCALE
Cute – Curmudgeon – Cantankerous – Codger
However, today is Oldest Grandson’s birthday, so it is of him I sing. DB and I are now officially Grandparents of a Teenager. Here he is on Halloween, coiffed as Justin Bieber. That’s younger brother, Mario, beside him.
If you, like me, are among the decidedly uncool, I am including a photo of the teenybopper heartthrob. There are actually biographies of this kid on store bookshelves!
Back to the birthday boy, who has gone from being an under five-pound preemie to Really Neat 13-Year-Old in what seems like a couple of years. Each time they get together, he and his granddad “work on something”–a baseball move, a football spiral, a basketball shot. DB has always been a very good athlete and has insights he loves to share with the grandsons.
Last spring, they were playing baseball with a group at a nearby park and Grandson hit the ball hard. Granddad, playing shortstop, didn’t reach it before it dropped in front of him.
On the way home, Grandson pulled his bicycle alongside his grandfather at a corner and, as if he’d been thinking about it for some time, said quietly, “Granddad, you would have caught that ball if it hadn’t had so much backspin on it.”
His grandfather grinned and said, “Nice try… but you would have caught that ball.”
Grandson looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “I guess.”
DB told me the story later, telling me that both of them realized the significance of the moment. . . one slowing down, the other growing stronger and taller each day.
Yes, Granddad is slowing down and Grandson is growing up. Did I mention that Oldest Grandson is a really nice kid?
I want everyone to smile on his birthday, so here’s a story I heard on NPR, in case you’re grumpy today. A couple of weeks ago at a Norfolk Admirals minor league hockey game, 8-year-old Elizabeth Hughes stepped out to sing the National Anthem after winning in tryouts. Her sweet soprano voice was gaining confidence with every note until the microphone suddenly went dead in the middle of the song.
She faltered, unsure of what to do. She knew that no one could hear her. There was one snicker of laughter from the crowd, then something pretty special happened. Watch.
Michele Norris interviewed Elizabeth on All Things Considered and when the little girl expressed disappointment that she didn’t get to hit her high note at the end, Michele gave her the opportunity to do exactly that. If you want to hear her grand finale, NPR still has the story on their website.
Happy Birthday, Oldest Grandson.